Julius Whitfield : Writing

Vitiligo (Skin and Victim of the Teliko)

Vitiligo (Skin and Victim of the Teliko)

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


wear the flames proud 'round your arms i'll watch them glut glut like a disease engulf away pass the skin shed don't you hear it voices crackli..
The Viewer

The Viewer

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


I watch it with anticipation hypnotic and compelling telling me you were the love of my life paid me with an intrinsic i couldn't give up now that..
90 Stitched Up Gladhand Smiles

90 Stitched Up Gladhand Smiles

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


hate's displayed without the means to expiate and these bruises have been glaring out like 3-dimensional pictures on a movie screen these scars, i ..
Gutteral Growl

Gutteral Growl

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


sallow, dilated sun dim to the dusk sky barter to barter conveyed by a murky claw to come on aboard this joyride pass the way of the howling chi..
What A Beautiful, Beautiful Dance

What A Beautiful, Beautiful Dance

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


You came vast with no means to leave I hadnt noticed you at first, not through the darkness and certainly not through my own close minded desperat..
Ivory Gemstone

Ivory Gemstone

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


This rock had once stayed in place A city of imbalances now covered by snows of obsession Applied the city with floods of carelessness, drowning a..
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


we were so wrong, but you went along and i feel like it didn't matter we would all end up that far in the hole. i played with your conditions and danc..
The Year It Rained Napalm and Ignorance

The Year It Rained Napalm and Ignorance

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


say no more. i wouldn't want to know what's been tinkeringwith the words you were going to call uponfrom what your mind was thinking. your eyes are fu..
diei somnium

diei somnium

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


Naked bed, mountains and rivers of thoughtful influences lay beside me, conspiracy, commercials, dead, reality fills the pallid-turned-dim walls, it's..
Dominus' Ira

Dominus\' Ira

A Poem by Julius Whitfield


Determination leaks and bleeds through old wounds Superseding any sketch of audacity With a desolate silhouette of paranoia and fear The surrogat..